Just a poem.

Is there anyone who is not longing for freedom?

Chocolate Lover.

I didn’t have too much money to buy my mother expensive gifts. I composed a poem and tried to tickle her funny bone instead.

The old days when sweets were real sweets and shops sold it all.

About my favorite sweet.

Chocolate tease for weight watchers.

Explaining of the penny sweets and crisps as kids.

Looking for an old fashion Christmas.

There is a such thing as too much of a good thing.